Sylvia Plath Quotes

Everyone dies, and I am not, you know, I don't believe in the Homeric idea that, you know, immortality comes by, you know, having odes sung about you over the centuries, you know?

To be seen is the ambition of ghosts, and to be remembered is the ambition of the dead.

So when I'm killed, don't wait for me, Walking the dim corridor; In Heaven or Hell, don't wait for me, Or you must wait for evermore. You'll find me buried, living-dead In these verses that you've read.

But soon we shall die and all memory of those five will have left the earth, and we ourselves shall be loved for a while and forgotten. But the love will have been enough; all those impulses of love return to the love that made them. Even memory is not necessary for love. There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning.

Of all the pulpits from which human voice is ever sent forth, there is none from which it reaches so far as from the grave.

I shall not wholly die, and a great part of me will escape the grave.

At the moment of death I hope to be surprised.

I think when you think of death as being part of the life cycle and recognize that death is an inevitability for our species because the world has to be renewed with each death, then the hope becomes when it is renewed it will be renewed by people on whom I have had some influence for good.

The first requisite for immortality is death.

Death is either an incredible ending to a story or, more often than not if you ask the right questions, it's the beginning of a story.

Our bodies will be recycled one way or another, but what about our ideas and minds and characters? Primordial soup? The bourne from which no traveller returns? Interesting and exciting.

I'm very comfortable with the nature of life and death, and that we come to an end. What's most difficult to imagine is that those dreams and early yearnings and desires of childhood and adolescence will also disappear. But who knows? Maybe you become part of the eternal whatever.

I live for now, not for what happens after I die.

When Time is spent, Eternity begins.

Death is a commingling of eternity with time; in the death of a good man, eternity is seen looking through time.

The only 'afterlife' is what other people remember of you.

After I die, I'll be forgotten.

The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?

If a man can bridge the gap between life and death, if he can live on after he's dead, then maybe he was a great man.

I expect my immortality will last about six seconds after my funeral.

I am not concerned about my posthumous fame. Monuments are no good to the dead.

They say that the Dead die not, but remain Near to the rich heirs of their grief and mirth. I think they ride the calm mid-heaven, as these, In wise majestic melancholy train, And watch the moon, and the still-raging seas, And men, coming and going on the earth.

Death is dreadful to the man whose all is extinguished with his life; but not to him whose glory never can die.

Survival in the conventional sense of the term means to continue to live, but also to live after death.

That when we live no more, We may live ever